What to do if you become famous too fast

for example:

"The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and when the leaves of the phoenix trees fall in the autumn rain."

"The spring night is short and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early from now on."

"Shangqiongbi falls to Huangquan, and the two places are nowhere to be seen."

These verses, even taken out alone, are all masterpieces.But it is put into this poem, but it is just an ordinary line among many lines.

Oh my God!

The hearts of the two were thumping, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

Another true masterpiece!

With trembling hands, Wan Xiwen picked up part of the ink manuscript that Wang Huan had already finished, and admired it while reading it.

Qu Mingfeng, however, looked nervous: "Be careful, the ink is not dry yet, if it gets dirty or damaged, I will fight you hard!"

Wan Xiwen: "I know, I'm being careful."

Seeing the two holding the poem he just wrote, Wang Huan said helplessly, "Mr. Qu, Mr. Wan, isn't this thing just a piece of paper? You two don't have to be so careful. If it breaks, I’ll just write it again.”

"You kid knows what a fart!"

Qu Mingfeng and Wan Xiwen raised their heads at the same time, glaring at each other: "If you write it the second time, the value will be far inferior to the value of the first time. No matter how good your writing is, it will not be as good as it."

Uh……

Wang Huan simply shut up, rested for a while, and then continued to write.

Because "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" is too long.

After writing a few hundred words in an eloquent manner, the rice paper on which the poem was written was already two or three meters long. In order to prevent them from falling to the ground, Mr. Qu took out a blanket from the bedroom and spread the rice paper on it. Careful to the extreme.

Seeing his wife's unusual behavior, Mrs. Qu Lu Ping was a little curious, so she and Qi Qi came out.

Then I saw the rice paper several meters long and the poems on it in the living room.

Lu Ping went up to take a look, and was stunned.

No wonder my wife has been nervous this morning, and even dragged Wan Xiwen over. The two talked about the topic of pulling wool many times. Now it seems that this fat sheep is Wang Huan.

Lu Ping couldn't laugh or cry, but Wang Huan's talent really didn't matter. She read "Song of Everlasting Regret" and was also attracted by the amazing lines in it.

Qiqi rolled her eyes, turned on her phone, and recorded Wang Huan seriously writing a poem, and also recorded the entire content of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow".

However, for the sake of privacy, Qiqi only saved it in her mobile phone, and did not record Qu Mingfeng and the others in the picture, and even cleverly avoided other things and decorations in the living room from the angle.After all, Qiqixue's major is broadcasting and TV editing and directing, and he needs to record a good video, a small case.

At this time, Wang Huan had already continued to write.

"...

Suddenly, I heard that there are fairy mountains on the sea, and the mountains are in nothingness.

The pavilion rises from five clouds, and there are many fairies among them.

There is a character that is too true, and the appearance of snow-skinned flowers is uneven.

……

……

On July [-]th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispers in the middle of the night.

Wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and even a branch in the ground.

Everlasting and sometimes end, this hate lasts forever. "

Wang Huan wrote the last two or three hundred words in one go, with almost no pause in the middle.

Being able to do this is also thanks to him exercising every morning recently, which has made his body much better than before, and he is no longer as weak as before.

Otherwise, writing the full text of "Song of Everlasting Regret" with a brush in a short period of time is really not human.

Put down the brush.

Looking up, I found that Qu Lao and the four of them were all dull-faced, and their eyes were fixed on the last two lines of the poem.

After a long time.

Qu Laocai said: "I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and a twig in the earth. Forever and ever, this hatred will never end. Quatrains, quatrains!"

Wan Xiwen was equally amazed: "Wonderful! Great! Originally, this "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" was already an excellent poem, and with the finishing touches added, if it spreads out, its influence may not be inferior to that of "Pipa Xing". "

Wang Huan said in his heart: Of course, this poem and "Pipa Xing" are representative works of the same great poet in the parallel world, can it be bad?

Lu Ping brought over a cup of tea and said, "Come on, have a sip of water and take a rest first. I think you are exhausted, right? Old man, you are so serious. You don't have a study room, but you let Wang Huan write poems on the tea table, you, you, you!" ..."

Hearing his wife's complaint, Qu Mingfeng was a little embarrassed: "Isn't this forgotten?"

Lu Ping said: "That's fine, you guys chat first. I'll cook."

Qiqi hurriedly followed: "Auntie, let me help you."

Aunt?

What is this called?

Wang Huan, Qu Mingfeng and the other three looked at each other, not understanding what they were talking about in the inner room just now.

But the next moment, the three of them diverted their minds, because Old Man Qu and Old Man Wan had another quarrel.

"Old man Qu, this pair of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" must be given to me."

"Old Wan, what are you kidding?"

"I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth."

"Hehe, Wang Huan wrote this poem at my home, who does it belong to if it doesn't belong to me?"

"I brought the rice paper, so of course it belongs to me."

"Pull it down, how much is the rice paper worth? I'll give it back to you ten times."

"Fart, is this about money?"

"You're a fart. The last time Wang Huan wrote "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·When Will There Be a Bright Moon" at the Hua Poetry Club, it was taken over by your poetry department. Do you still want to take over this poem? Make it your spring and autumn dream!"